Outside
my window, barren trees
Disturb
and stir the air
Slender
branches without leaves
Forget
that life is fair
Dead
grasses waving in the wind
Fill
the fields with gold
Their
colors undulate constantly
As
with the wind they roll
But
soon the green of life again
Will
find the fields and trees
And
soon we’ll hear a chorus of
The
grasses and the leaves
I like this one, Chava!
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